Timothy E Jones
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What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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The beachcomber
Jason waved his metal detector back and forth as he walked down the beach, he wore old army fatigues that were cut down to cutoffs and wore beach shoes on his feet. He had found a few odd and end coins and the like from the day before. On his hands was a pair of tac-gloves with the rubber knuckles, after all he was a bit of what some would consider walking around in the LGBT community. He loved girls to no end, but there were some guys who gave him a hardon that wouldn’t quit. He had sex with a few guys too, much of it oral but he always went back to the girls, that was the thing with being bisexual at least the way he played it. He had a few friends who were lesbians; the county sheriff Brolin had a younger surfer girl wife named Buffy who was named after the television character of the same name and leaned towards the looks of the character to boot. And there was down by the lighthouse an interracial lesbian couple.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Specter of the cabin
The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The night was May 20, 1885, that the candle burned in the window on that dark and stormy night. 20 years had passed since the American civil War, and traitors of the southern army were hunted down and killed…some by their own friends and commanders.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon on the Valley (Pt 3)
[Captain’s Log Star date 94922.22 Things were quiet on the ship too quiet. We had a wedding ceremony celebrating the union of two of our lovely ladies, Kla and T’Pan who has changed her name to Lois, in honor of the wife of one Lois Lane-Kent, a figure from the late 20th and early 21st centuries who was married to a man some knew as Clark Kent others as Superman, yet others knew him simply as Kal-El.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Futurism
Dragon on the Valley Pt. 2
Part 2 of 4 [We were in trouble -- serious trouble. On an attempt to return a white dragon to its proper environment, we held it in the cargo hold while my wife Michelle ran a shuttle back and forth to the Paradise Planet below. Unbeknownst to us until now, a 100-foot red dragon was also trying to get in. For what reason we weren’t sure, but it had targeted Michelle who it had started attacking her with a deadly flame that came from its mouth.]
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Dragon on the USS Valley
[There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Which raises the question why the hell would there be? After all the U.S.S. Valley NCC-99130 is a back water underrated starship that isn’t even commissioned to be able to fight our own battles as a rule. Heck the only weapons we have are defensive in nature and of course our personal weapons.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Futurism
Kissed by an Angel
Lara Archer had just turned 22 around three months ago and after an extremely horrid and violent rape by her own twin brother; on their 21st birthday, nonetheless. After almost a year in a mental hospital just trying to get to a semblance of getting over what her brother had done to her; she was allowed to temporarily be released from the hospital after being under observation for suicide watch, and a few other things
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Mother's Day Gift
May 4th, 2022 Dear mom (& dad): This weekend is really going to be hard for me, as my birthday falls on Mother’s Day which kind of makes the 8th a special day for the both of us, then there’s dad’s birthday as well on the 10th I know I was a Mother’s Day gift to you. I also know I’m a twin-less twin, with the survival of the fittest…yadda, yadda. I was the winner. Big deal I would've been happier if the twin survived.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Confessions
Survivor’s remorse
They thought they were safe on the Carpathia. But at 8:30am on April the 15th, the skies were overcast and threats of more ice, fog and even an upcoming sea-storm were in the air. The 705 survivors of the sinking of the Titanic, most were women and children and one man by the name of Daniel Buckley who was smuggled onto one of the boats during the confusion, all huddled together around the deck of the ship.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Murder on the Titanic
Joe Smith raced through the alleyways of Southampton trying to stick to the shadows and hidden entrances. Behind them was a large brute that weighed in at 300 pounds of pure muscle. Like a squirrel going up a tree, Joe made tracks up a fire escape, crossed over and made it to the other side. What they didn’t consider the fact that a second brute who anticipated the little detour was already on the other side waiting for them, and while he was waiting, began sucking on a lit cigar. The cigar when sucked on, caused the end to light up nice and bright.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Nearer my God to thee
From the Journal of William Johnson The Atlantic Ocean April 14, 1912 8:30 pm Ship’s Time My journey on the Titanic so far was a pleasant one, and the past four days have been some of the best I ever had. I should have kept a journal of those four days, but maybe when we touch land, I will try to recall the highlights of those four days. Although two of them were spent with the most beautiful woman I have ever met; I know her only as Lorraine.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
